Category: Arts

Obviously, yes, there’s dying and spiders and being forever alone. But also poetry. Reading it, writing it, showing it to other people… argh. I blame Sylvia Plath, who sits comfortably at the top of my list of ‘things I wish I’d written’. (Other favourites include most Florence + the Machine lyrics, His Dark Materials, and… Continue reading There are few things more terrifying than poetry

And people just untie themselves Uncurling like flowers If you could just forgive yourself But still you stumble, feet give away – Florence + the Machine, ‘Various Storms and Saints’ The irony. I wrote all that stuff about forgiveness, but I completely forgot about forgiving myself. Which is, admittedly, an entirely different and incomparable task. And… Continue reading I’m not very good at forgiving myself, either

A Midsummer Night’s Theme It’s been a funny old week. The sort where it feels like the world is spinning too quickly underneath one’s feet, so you end up falling on your backside. But then, because you’re siting on it, the world carries you along too quickly and you feel sick. So I thought I’d try… Continue reading Fingers in my Ears

‘ – or was that in a later imagining? There have been so many that they have gradually merged into each other. I don’t think I could bring myself to describe any of them in detail because, though they are wonderful at the time, they give me a flat, sick, ashamed feeling to look back… Continue reading Burying My Head

Aspiring novelist’s non-fiction outlet discussing mental health, emotional life, and the general in-betweenness of being a 20-something. Also occasionally knitting.

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'I don't know how more people haven't got mental health problems, thinking is one of the hardest things I've come across, and when I can't articulate what I want to say it drives me crazy. Sometimes, when I'm at a really noisy train station, one of the ones with the big fat trains like King's Cross, I feel like putting down my bags and shouting things out, because I've Got Something To Say.' - Kate Nash, Don't You Want to Share the Guilt?